Скетчи с этими дураками.
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Peter Michael Shelby
- Tommy and Bee’s oldest child
- Tommy’s intelligence with Bee’s kindness
- Sweet, quiet. Never know what he’s thinking lol he’s always observing and making mental note of things.
- The responsible one. Typical “oldest brother” type stuff
- Fiercely protective over his parents
- Like gets in fights over his dad at school when kids say his dad is a rotten scoundrel.
- He’s seen the worst and the best of his parents. Seen them at their lowest and their best, whereas some of his younger siblings were too young to remember the really bad times.
- Gives Tommy and Bee a hard time as a teenager for how “disgustingly in love” they are.
- Gives Bee a lot of crap in his teenage years but comes out of that phase rather quickly once he finds his future wife lol
- Has vague, sweet memories of Tommy and Bee, before business dealings got really dark and Tommy and Bee retreated even further into their shells.
- His favorite memories are Christmas morning with him, Tommy, Bee and Kate when he was little. He remembers Tommy sitting in the floor with him and Kate, unwrapping presents from Santa. Tommy always commented on the cookies, milk and whiskey (lol) being gone from the plate. Peter and Kate would smile with wide eyes, the magic of Christmas very real.
- When he’s old enough he takes over accounting responsibilities for the company.
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Peter!
Showing - Written for Chandler Riggs’ The Spider But really any Spiderman can apply
Staring - Peter Parker X Reader
Rating - 15 (Gore / Blood / Horror)
Reading Time - 17 min 43 sec (2302)
Peter lay in his bed; he knew his hands were sticking to his covers, he knew he was sweating out his skin, his mouth felt cottony, and he often needed to hurl into his trash can beside his bed. He wanted to just sleep it off… but that hadn’t seemed to be working. He lost track of time, of days; he wasn’t even sure what his own name was anymore.
Slowly, his door creaked open, and Y/n stepped inside. Immediately, she put a hand over her nose to block the scent with a deeply concerned look in her eyes, “Peter… What’s wrong?”
He kept his face down, hoping the poor lighting in his room would hide his current state, “What… what are you doing here?”
“You hadn’t answered any of my messages. I know you well enough to know that means you’re sick,” she began as she sat down on his bed, “Let me see you.”
Peter shifted, sitting up further. His hair was damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead. His eyes were dull and tired, but he gave her a small, sheepish smile nonetheless. His skin was pale and almost clammy, and if he was being honest, he was so weak it was taking every ounce of energy just to hold himself up sitting up in the bed. “It’s just a fever, you don’t have to worry so much,” he lied.
“Shh shhh shhh.” Y/n cooed, “Ohh my poor Peter… Come here, let me take care of my poor baby.” She cooed, fully laying the affection on thick.
[[MORE]]“M'not a baby.” He mumbled weakly in protest,
“My god, you’re burning up!” She gasped, checking his temperature with the back of her hand.
“Yeah…I know, it has been horrible for a couple of days now.” He admitted,
“When did this start?”
. “Uhm, it was… a few days ago? Since the class field trip to the research centre,” he admitted, his stomach twisting into knots,
“… Did you touch anything?” she glared,
“M-maybe?” he sheepishly admitted, slowly revealing his hand,
“… Peter! Oh my god!” She immediately turned white when seeing the red, blistering, clearly infected bite on his hand. She went to scream, but it was stopped by her gag when Peter hurled into his trash can beside his bed.
He coughed weakly when he had finished, collapsing backwards against the pillows and looking like he wanted to cry. However, he immediately felt something in his mouth and tasted blood, he’d lost a tooth, his third since getting sick. He quickly pulled it from his mouth and looked it over.
But the bloody tooth emerged from his mouth. Y/n almost collapsed before she bolted for her phone. "You need to get to a doctor now!”
“No, no… no hospitals… I can’t afford it-” He protested,
“I think you being infected by some toxic spider venom kinda makes costs irrelevant, Peter!” She yelled, grabbing her phone, tapping away. “It’s gonna be okay, it’s all gone very okay.” She said more to herself,
Peter’s breath hitched, his entire body going rigid with fear. He twitched violently as he suddenly yanked Y/n’s wrist away from her phone. “Y/n.” His voice cracked, “…I can’t go.”
“Peter… Peter, you’re hurting me!” She squealed, the sticky grip pulling her arm hairs as well as a top layer of skin as she pulled back
His eyes widened in horror as he realised what he’d just done. He let go instantly, scrambling back against the headboard with a choked noise of disgust. “I-I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to!” His voice cracked, tears welling up in his sunken eyes. “Y/n… you gotta leave.”
“I’m not leaving you like this.”
“Y/n… I’m sick. Like- really sick.” His voice dropped to a broken whisper, “I don’t know if it’s even venom anymore. I think it’s doing something… else. It’s… changing me!” A wet cough wracked him; when he pulled his hand from his mouth, there was blood.
“Then you need help. Please, please, Peter, just let me help.”
“Promise me you won’t freak out?” He asked quietly.
Y/n nodded,
Peter sighed shakily, taking a deep breath to steady himself. His whole body felt weak and trembling as he finally held out a pale, trembling limb to her. His hand was coated with strange, dark, web-like… stuff. He slowly uncurled his fingers, revealing the strange webbing-looking stuff that covered his hand and fingers. It was viscous and black, shining like oil and unmistakably sticky. The substance stretched as his fingers moved, connecting the tips and webbing out between his fingers. Peter watched her, his heart pounding, dreading her reaction.
Her eyes went wide watching the webs seem to form from his skin. Once far enough away, the webs broke, leaving a gross slime on her hands. “… doctor. Now.”
“Y/n- I can’t go!” He choked out, “You saw what I did to you! What if I- what if I do worse?” A fresh wave of nausea wracked him; this time, blood speckled his teeth when he coughed. “They won’t understand what’s happening to me!”
“I am not asking. I’m telling you.” She demanded, grabbing her phone.
Peter’s heart dropped as he watched her grab her phone, adrenaline rushing through his system and making him desperate. He lunged forward to snatch it out of her hand, nearly sending himself into a coughing fit. “No! Y/n, please! Just—just listen to me for a minute!” His eyes wild and panicked, his grip on the phone was so strong that he nearly shattered the screen.
Y/n let out a long and calming breath, running a hand through her hair. “Peter. I am giving you one very simple choice: you can either give me back my phone and let me get you to a hospital willingly, or I will get an ambulance here using your aunt’s landline! Now let go!”
“No!” He yelled as a dark rage boiled up in him. He grabbed her hair and pulled her back, knocking her off her feet.
“AHhh! Peter!” She screamed, “Get off me!” She screamed,
“No! I can’t go!” He yelled,
“Let go!”
“I can’t let you call them!”
“Peter, I said, let go!” she screamed as she grabbed the lamp on his bedside table and cracked it over his head,
Peter instantly was knocked out, letting go of her hair and collapsing on his bed,
“You are going to the doctor. And you are gonna like it.” She gasped, snatching back her phone.
Peter stirred, his eyes slowly fluttering open. The beeping of the heart monitor was the first sound to register in his fuzzy mind. He groggily took in his surroundings, registering the hospital room, the machines he was hooked up to, and the sterile white of the room itself. "…Y/n?”
“Someone’s awake.” Y/n smiled as she came into his room carrying coffee and a jello cup,
He struggled to prop himself up, the hospital gown sliding off one shoulder to reveal the stark white skin and the numerous wires and iv’s hooked to his body. When he spoke, his voice was raspy and slightly hoarse. “Hey… how long was I out for?”
“Medical coma, for three whole weeks while they were pumping the venom out of your system,” she smiled as she sat down on the chair beside the bed, placing the coffee and a small jello cup on the table,
“They… they pumped the venom out?” He asked hesitantly,
“Mhm, flushed your whole system, with new blood, an insane amount of fluids, and they had to give you three doses of antivenom.”
He reached for the cup with shaky hands, taking a small sip of coffee. The bitter, hot liquid burned down his throat, waking him up further. “So… am I cured now?” He asked quietly.
“Yep, venoms cleared out, you just will be weak for a few weeks while you recover.” She nodded, “You are lucky, doctor said even a few more hours you’d have been toast.”
He let out a shaky sigh of relief at her words, slumping back against the pillows. “Thank you for dragging my stupid ass here.”
“You’re welcome, sorry for clonking your head, and I’ll replace your lamp.”
“It was a lamp? Ohh… I didn’t even know what you used,” he laughed, “I am really sorry, though the fever was making me crazy. I was hallucinating I could climb walls and had all this slime coming out of my fingers. I didn’t want to hurt you, I’m really sorry.”
“It’s okay,” She smiled, tussling his hair, “I know you didn’t mean it,”
He took another, deeper, swallow of coffee and then turned his attention to the jello, “Do I even want to know what flavour this is?” He joked,
“… red?” she shrugged
Peter squinted at the suspiciously red jello, poking it with a spoon before cautiously taking a bite. His nose wrinkled slightly, “… tastes like sadness and government funding.” He muttered dryly, but he ate another spoonful anyway because he was so god damn hungry.
“Well, it’s all they had,” Y/n smiled, “But later, if you like, I’ll pop out and get you a nice big juicy burger and fries?”
His face lit up instantly at the mention of food—actual, real food. The thought alone made his stomach growl like a feral animal. “Y/n… I will kiss you right here in this hospital bed if you bring me a burger.” He blurted out before he could stop himself, cheeks flushing dark red as soon as the words left his mouth.
“You want me to go now? Or stay and coo at you?” she laughed, still playing with his hair,
“Burger. Please.” He begged, “Not that I don’t wanna be cooed at. I do, but… hunger now, love later.”
“Okay,” Y/n smiled, “What do you want?”
“Double cheeseburger with bacon, extra cheese, mayo, onions, and pickles. And large fries. I want them absolutely drenched in salt.” Peter blurted out without hesitation, his stomach growled loudly as if to agree. “Extra ketchup packets, too, please.”
“Anything else?”
“Uh… a chocolate milkshake?” He asked hopefully, giving her his best puppy-dog eyes.
“Of course,” Y/n agreed, making a little list so she didn’t forget anything, “I’ll be back as soon as I can,” she smiled as she stood up, grabbed her bag, and leant down to give him a tender kiss on the forehead,
Peter closed his eyes as her lips pressed against his forehead, a soft, almost inaudible sound of pleasure slipping past his lips. “Hurry back.” He said quietly as he watched her head out the door.
He couldn’t help but smile, feeling an instant sense of longing and missing her already. The room suddenly felt too quiet and lonely without her. As he sank into the pillows, he fidgeted, feeling restless and impatient. He glanced at the clock; she’d only been gone for ten minutes, and he already felt like it had been an hour. His stomach growled like a wild animal, reminding him of just how damned hungry he was.
Y/n returned, after about an hour with a huge paper bag in hand, “Is somebody hungry?”
“Yes, oh my god, please say that’s for me.” He pleaded,
“All for you, my poor Peter,” she smiled as she pulled the little table across his bed, “One double bacon cheeseburger, extra everything. One extra large fries with triple salt, as many sauce packets as they are allowed to give out, one double chocolate milkshake with whipped cream and extra chocolate drizzle, one extra large diet doctor Pepper, two orders of nuggets and a cookies and cream ice cream,” she explained as she laid out the banquet of food for him
His jaw practically dropped. His eyes went wide, his stomach growling so loudly that it was almost embarrassing. “Y/n… I think I’m in love with you.” He blurted out before he could stop himself, cheeks flushing a deep red as soon as the words left his mouth. He quickly grabbed the burger and took an enormous bite.
She laughed, sitting down with her own modest meal of a burger, drink, small fries and some nuggets, “I know,”
Peter choked slightly on his burger, not having expected such a response from her. He quickly chewed and swallowed, washing it down with a long sip of milkshake. “… and you’re just gonna leave it at that? No, ‘I love you too’?” He joked weakly,
“Love you too, now eat, you need your strength.”
He took another enormous bite, practically inhaling the burger with ravenous enthusiasm. He then picked up a handful of fries, shoving them into his mouth. Between bites, he mumbled out a muffled “thank you,” still too busy eating to really speak clearly.
“You’re welcome,” she laughed, “I imagined you’d be ravenous, they’d had you on a gross feeding tube and vitamin injections for weeks.”
Peter paused mid-bite, a fry halfway to his mouth. His nose scrunched in disgust. “Ew- no wonder I feel like my stomach’s been hibernating.” He groaned before shoving the rest of the fries into his mouth with zero grace. Between chews, he managed: “You’re a godsend… and also slightly terrifying for knowing that.”
Y/n rolled her eyes and brought her hand to pet Peter’s hair, “Just eat and rest.”
“Mm… I feel like I could sleep for a hundred years.” He mumbled, still stuffing his face with the burger and fries.
“You just napped for three weeks, Peter.”
“… okay, maybe I’ll try not to fall back asleep mid-burger.” He muttered sheepishly before taking another huge bite anyway.
Y/n smiled and leant over to kiss his head again, “If you want to rest, you rest, Peter.”
“… but I wanna spend time with you,” he whined,
“I’ll be here when you wake up,”
“Promise?”
“I promise, Peter.” She smiled,
He hummed softly in agreement, mumbling out a quiet “mmm-hm” before finally surrendering to the exhaustion. His breathing evened out, and he began slipping into a deep sleep, still smiling slightly. The only evidence of his consciousness was the way his fingers twitched towards her, fingers uncurling as if silently asking for her hand.
She took his hand and petted his hair, giving his knuckles kisses while he slept,
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[ Evan Roderick , Homosexual, CisMale & He/Him/His ] — a new age of heroes approaches, among those is FOSTER HIGHTOWER, child of HECATE. they have walked this earth for 32 YEARS, living in CORAL GABLES, FL, as a BOTANIST, until they came to the isle of olympus 12 years ago. they will carve their name in myth with their RESOURCEFULNESS, CURIOSITY, AMBITION, but the fates know of their STUBBORN, SHALLOW, CYNICAL that may immortalize them forever. the battles ahead will shape them into who they are destined to be, but will this cause the age of the gods to fall and the age of monsters to rise? only the fates know the truth and those prophecies have yet been uttered. let their heroism shine against the challenges ahead. godspeed, demigod!
[ Felix Mallard, Homosexual, male & He/Him/His ] — a new age of heroes approaches, among those is PETER FAIRCHILDE, child of ATHENA. they have walked this earth for 27 years, living in HURRICANE, UT , as an ARTIST, until they came to the isle of olympus 5 years ago. they will carve their name in myth with their CREATIVE, CLEVER, and FLEXIBLE, but the fates know of their DEVIOUS, RESERVED, MOODY that may immortalize them forever. the battles ahead will shape them into who they are destined to be, but will this cause the age of the gods to fall and the age of monsters to rise? only the fates know the truth and those prophecies have yet been uttered. let their heroism shine against the challenges ahead. godspeed, demigod!
[ Sam Nivola, Homosexual, CisMale & He/Him ] — a new age of heroes approaches, among those is SOREN THORNE , child of DEMETER. they have walked this earth for 22 YEARS, living in BELLE PLAINE, KS, as a/an STUDENT/FARM HAND, until they came to the isle of olympus 1 years ago. they will carve their name in myth with their THOUGHTFUL, HARD WORKING, CARING but the fates know of their SHY, OVERLY CAREFUL, INDECISIVE that may immortalize them forever. the battles ahead will shape them into who they are destined to be, but will this cause the age of the gods to fall and the age of monsters to rise? only the fates know the truth and those prophecies have yet been uttered. let their heroism shine against the challenges ahead. godspeed, demigod! - a bowl of overripe fruit bursting at the seams attracting flies, an empty bowl, dusty from disuse, a barren field stripped of it’s nutrients, swarms of buzzing insects, pangs of hunger that cause spasms, wild vines that consume everything, pick up trucks with blankets spread out under the stars, warm summer nights that seem endless, his mother’s garden ripe and ready to be picked, pickled vegetables home made every summer
[ Nuno Gallego, homosexual, cismale & He/him ] — a new age of heroes approaches, among those is TROY GAUTHIER, child of APHRODITE they have walked this earth for 24 YEARS, living in SAN FRANCISCO, CALIFORNIA, as a/an TOUR GUIDE, until they came to the isle of olympus 6 years ago. they will carve their name in myth with their CHARMING, RESILIENT, DIPLOMATIC, but the fates know of their MELODRAMATIC , SHALLOW, IMPATIENT that may immortalize them forever. the battles ahead will shape them into who they are destined to be, but will this cause the age of the gods to fall and the age of monsters to rise? only the fates know the truth and those prophecies have yet been uttered. let their heroism shine against the challenges ahead. godspeed, demigod! —the flash of a camera, perfectly sin kissed skin damp with sweat, the setting sun on a scenic beach, a smile so forced and tight it hurts, a faceless image staring back from a mirror, glitter balls smashed into a million pieces, roses stained by colors in the water, pearls draped between pectorals, temporary tattoos haphazardly stuck on in random places, a smile so white and perfect it looks almost sharp
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I’ve actually read ittt tbh the start was soo unique and the pacing was great but as it progressed i believe the pace declined alot and it doesn’t feel as hype as it was at the start, anyways tho Alipede SUPREMACY HES SO FUCKING HOTTT 🥴, i started only bcs i thought the characters were hot asf but the anatomy tho 🙏😭 tears on a withered flower typa shi all over. Peter as a main character is great and it feels like he struggles sometimes rather than making him super op my favourite gilf fr
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Peter - Out and About [Video]
Catford based artist Peter dropped some bars for 0521‘s Out and About series. Filmed 6th December 2025.
Peter
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First ever break in and the cops never came, so Peter had to rile himself up enough for a confrontation
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Good Toy - Chapter 6 - stuxky - Iron Man (Movies) [Archive of Our Own]
CHAPTER 6 Y’ALL <3
Chapters:
6/10
Fandom:
Marvel Cinematic Universe, Iron Man (Movies), Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies)
Rating:
Explicit
Warnings:
Rape/Non-Con
Relationships:
Peter Parker/Tony Stark, Harley Keener/Peter Parker, James “Bucky” Barnes/Harley Keener/Steve Rogers, Harley Keener/Tony Stark
Characters:
Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Harley Keener, James “Bucky” Barnes
Additional Tags:
Sexual Slavery, Brainwashed Peter Parker, Watersports, Abuse, Under-negotiated Kink, Everyone is of age, Rape/Non-con Elements, Rape Fantasy, Consensual Non-Consent, Face Slapping, Spanking, Peter believes he’s a toy, Trauma Recovery, Rough Oral Sex, Pet Names, Peter loves what Tony does to him, Domestic Fluff, Domestic Discipline, Dom/sub, Sub Peter Parker, Dom Tony Stark, Gentle Dom Tony Stark, Masochist Peter Parker, Crying During Sex, Piss Drinking, Omorashi, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Threesome - M/M/M, Cock Cages, Chastity Device, Exhibitionism, Forced Orgasm, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Boarding School, (briefly) - Freeform, Sexual Overstimulation, Ice Play, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Anal Plug, Deepthroating, Sex Toys, Semi-Public Sex, Outdoor Sex, Shower Sex, Unhealthy Relationships, Devotion, Cock Warming, Cock Worship, I cannot emphasize how much Peter has a rape kink, Tony Stark Has a Heart, Protective Tony Stark, Possessive Tony Stark, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Peter Parker Gets a Hug, Peter Parker is a Mess, Dehumanization, Love Confessions, Drunken Confessions, Gentle Sex, Rough Sex, all the sex, Alternate Universe - Dystopia
Summary:
Peter spent as long as he could remember in the Center for Male Companions learning how to be a good toy for his future owner. Tony is overwhelmingly perfect and gentle and kind and he wants Peter to start wanting things for himself.
Peter just wants to be called a good toy and played with. Preferably rough.
And then Tony tells him he loves him.
Like a boyfriend.
Like a PERSON.
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Sorry for taking so long with this!! There’s honestly not a single yuri story that I dislike, but maybe I’ll talk about one that is well known and one that is more underrated! However, since these are both visual novels, both are on the underrated side, since manga and anime seem to be more popular.
If you’re going to play just one yuri visual novel, I’d recommend Kindred Spirits on the Roof! This is a historically important and quite well-known visual novel, as it was one of the first yuri VNs that approached 30 hours in length, and is also fully voice acted. This story has the lewd-sounding premise of “two ghost girls who never consummated their relationship want to learn how to have sex by watching other girls.” But the main focus of the game is on developing relationships between a bunch of different couples. It’s a slow burn for each couple as they learn more about each other and themselves. Once they get to the sex point of their relationship, it feels very earned and heartwarming.
Any one of the couples in this game could have their own manga, and everyone will have their favourite couple. My personal favourite is the quiet and helpful senpai and her very protective underclassman. All the relationships feel very grounded and realistic while still giving you that fun and cute yuri feeling! It’s so fun creating “yuritopia” in the school and bringing all the girls happiness together.
This next one is a free game that is only ten minutes long and definitely not well-known. It’s called “God Bless You” and is about being gay while religious. It really touched me, as it’s very relevant to me, but not a subject that many people talk about at all. It’s melancholy and sweet and really goes into the difficult and contradictory feelings that arise from people who are trying to balance two sides of their lives. It doesn’t cast judgment on the characters no matter which choices they make and really meant a lot to me.
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Peter and Sunny were able to sneak away for a lunch date during loveday, gotta keep the spark alive after all💙
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Ooh thank you Peter, I didn’t think anyone would actually do this!!
My new drawing tablet is supposed to arrive tomorrow so this is an old picture, but this is CJ! She’s my snotty rich girl OC. Extremely immature and volatile but with a caring heart deep down. I have different versions of her from around ages 14-35, but she’s probably 16-18ish here. She’s vaguely connected to my Clive fanchild Gareth, in that she somehow steals Gareth’s robot daughter to be her own daughter.
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first draft of chapter 1 of my peter pov fic is done… going to beta soon once i do some grammar checks… huge massive things coming soon…
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Tobias aged up to a toddler so we went to the park for some family bonding, it ended up with Yoshi biting Tobias and playing with grandma instead
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…And I won’t confess that I waited, but I let the lamp burn
As the men masqueraded, I hoped you’d return
With your feet on the ground, tell me all that you’d learned
‘Cause love’s never lost when perspective is earned…